[ She listens to him, his voice lulling and soft against the wildness of the night, these seconds stolen, almost. That somehow he should be so clear and yet so quiet.
Let it instil her as she closes her eyes for a moment. Before she realises, and slowly, draws herself up, not breaking it. Her long wild hair is a cloak against the world beyond their little haybale as it falls around them. That soft quiet sound of the sea that echoes gently could only be heard this close. ]
You are full of love, aren't you? Enough to watch the world for aeons, and love it still.
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Let it instil her as she closes her eyes for a moment. Before she realises, and slowly, draws herself up, not breaking it. Her long wild hair is a cloak against the world beyond their little haybale as it falls around them. That soft quiet sound of the sea that echoes gently could only be heard this close. ]
You are full of love, aren't you? Enough to watch the world for aeons, and love it still.